Jala Brat & Buba Corelli Numb Lyrics

[Tekst pjesme "Numb" ft. Rick Ross]

[Strofa 1: Jala Brat]
Vazda chic, LV šal, a ti thick BBL
Čitav val kriminal, čitav tim YSL
Hoodie bijel, XXL, Balenci Limited
Imigrant, crni grad, daj mi blunt, uzmi L
OMG, AMG, duffel bag, hiljade
Plan je A, strana B, tattoo back Trijade
High kô Blanc i to Mont, AP big, znači Ben
Ti si fan, ko je on, ljubavi ti si ten
Pun je gas, a-na-na, baca me šikanama
Jedva da stane u jeans, ali gdje treba tanana
Sve su oči na nama, kô 2Pac s bandanama
Crven lak, voli mrak i spava sa piranama
[Pripjev: Jala Brat]
Lambo truck, vroom, wroom
A moj Glock, bam, bam
Trese gyat, bamba
Ljubi brat, mwah, mwah
Sva si glat, p*ssy cat
Sva si mi za uslikat
Sve na tebi custom made
One of one, unikat

[Refren: Buba Corelli & Rick Ross]
U po' mi noći dođe
Skinućeš se, znam da hoćeš
Pogled leden kô moj Rolex
Moram je odavde odvest
Nju šalje tata na put, biće rastanak grub
Zbog nje plače naš drug, a nju baca na hood
Mala vraća flašu (Yes), pukla braća na nju
Ona kô vračara tu (Ross), klub kô začaran krug (Huh)

[Strofa 2: Rick Ross]
Ferrari's at the club, forty bitches on a jet (Jet)
Louis duffel bags, so I had to buy the set (Set)
Condo on the beach, it feel like the floor wet (Wet) I'ma hold that money, tell Nino "Hold the TEC" (TEC)
I'm walking out the jeweler, twenty million on my neck (Neck)
I'm taking my respect and I ain't taking nothing less (Less)
This the rich wave (Rich wave), rich wave (Rich wave)
I'ma pull up on you niggas in a big Wraith (Big Wraith)
So who want a job? (Job) I got a hundred cars (Woo)
If you wash 'em all, shit, I get you one of ours (Nah)
Mr. Double R (Double R), Ricky Ross (Ricky Ross)
Ferrari fat boy (Huh), he's still the biggest boss (Maybach Music)
[Refren: Buba Corelli]
U po' mi noći dođe
Skinućeš se, znam da hoćeš
Pogled leden kô moj Rolex
Moram je odavde odvest'
Nju šalje tata na put, biće rastanak grub
Zbog nje plače naš drug, a nju baca na hood
Mala vraća flašu, pukla braća na nju
Ona kô vračara tu, klub kô začaran krug

[Završetak: Buba Corelli]
I lost my closest (Mama)
I feel numb, I feel hopeless (Oh yeah)
Smoking that loud, I'm still possessed
Splitting the crowd like I'm Moses
Splitting them like he did with that ocean
Best you hold it
I feel numb, I feel hopeless
Smoking that loud, I feel possessed
I feel numb, I feel hopeless